Day 152

The men stood along the balcony overlooking the city. Like birds, perched on a steel branch, they stared far beyond them as if there was a curiosity at their line of sight.

The city was framed by rows of buildings across from each other. At the vantage point is a space where an image from your dream appeared and wavered — the image of a titan ready for final judgement and the last supper.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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